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Ludacris

Southern Fried Intro

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[Intro]Hey, yeah! I want all you proud sistas to stand upI want everybody to stand up and be counted tonightBrothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing togetherI want you to stand on up, now I got somethin` to tell ya`I told ya` how to think about it, now I want to tell how to get the thing togetherSo come on now and get up to it yall[Verse 1]The incredible, untouchable nigga spittin` venom out his body wit` the dopest flowsAnd wonder why the line`s around the cornerCuz the little motherfucker has the dopest showsSo one time for my independant women and all the single mothers who be gettin` that cakeTwo times for my dawgs pullin` triggersAnd my niggaz in the kitchen that be flippin` that weightEast coast, west coast, midwest, dirty southThen we took it all around the worldI got fans in retirement homes, to teenagers, to little bitty boys ans girlsDroppin` lyrical bombs up in ya` hood,Non-stoppin`, I`ma hit `em till the block explodeHip hop, R&B, Pop-tart, what you want?I even got a little rock `n` rollThe most creative, original, got `em takin` subliminal[Boom boom] cuz they cant get what I gotsThey want it so bad, four million dollar padAnd enough to retire off two albums, gone, wave ya` white flags, I`m hot!And everytime I rhyme I`m puttin` rappers in the groundWit` lines that got `em hooked like dopeThey gotta make up they mind, because they runnin` outta timeAnd I`m about to make `em chokeBetter turn your stereo louder, listen up and let me preachLet`s get arrested for Disturbin` the Peace! (C`mon)Man! This Disturbin` Tha Peace shit gettin` on my nervesBoy I tell you the truth, know what I`m sayin`?While he doin` shows, I`m in these skreets, know what I`m sayin`?While he on tv, I`m in these skreetsAnd then my broad, my kid walkin` around singin` itBoy, if they sing another verse, boy I swearKnow what I`m sayin`? I`m on another level thoughI gotta car wash, I gotta shop on O` NationalI got my own record label, you heard of usThe Posse Family Cartel, you know what I`m sayin`, we realWho this nigga thing he is?[Verse 2]I`ma house hold name, wit` game spittin` outta my mouth at all timesI spit it out and about, and spit outta the south,until they recognize the danger signsSo feel a tingle in yo` s-spine, by the way I talkAnd it`s pimpin` in my blood, you can tell by the way I walkOoh lawd, more styles than a barber shop, call the copsPeople in the way wanna baller blockLittle do they know that I`m callin` shotsAnd I`m not to be fucked withIf you see me comin` `round the corner, then duck quick, perpetrators can suck dickI tried to tell `em, but they dont wanna listenI tried to shine `em, but they dont wanna glisten, while the high hat keeps on tickin`And the kick drum keep on pumpin`, I`m dumpin` on the closest foolsCuz rules were made to be broken, but you cant make broken rulesHear what I`m sayin` or heard what I saidHear what they playin`, cuz thru this music I`ma still be heard if I`m deadCall ya` producers, cuz I`m hurtin` these beatsI said it once, I`ll say it twice, biatch, Disturbin` Tha PeaceC`monYeah, folkThe King of the kings has spokenATL shawty! Hood to hood, block to blockWe bouta let our nuts hang!Disturbin` Tha Peace!We dont die, we multiplyWe makin Def Jam historyThanks for gettin` the CD shawty!

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